Peeing on the Hogwarts Express

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone,an unusual one today. Some of you might have heard about a bizarre tweet from an official Harry Potter account a few years ago, where they raised the idea that before indoor plumbing came to Hogwarts, witches and wizards used to just piss where they stood and use magic to get rid of the evidence. It was mocked across Twitter, but anyway, I decided to run with it. So here is my piss-erotica fanfic set in the Harry Potter world in a pre-plumbing Victorian era. It may or may not be your thing, but hopefully at least some people will enjoy it.

Also, I wanted to make it very gay and trans, because I like to believe that this fantasy world can be a welcoming home to everybody, despite what certain authors may tweet.

A word of warning: in order to be consistent with the setting, these characters are sixteen and still at school. If that's not something you want to read, please click away.

This story contains wetting, nonchalent peeing, and masturbation.

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Benjamin Lewis paused at the barrier between platforms 9 and 10 to check that nobody was looking his way. He had ridden to the station on the back of his father’s cart, perched among the crates as the ageing horse trudged over the cobbles. His father, who wasn’t usually an expressive man, had tousled his hair and hugged him farewell at the station entrance.

Now, Ben stepped through the barrier and onto the station platform. As he stepped from the world of top hats and suits and to the world of pointed hats and robes, Ben broke into a smile. The platform was full of the usual chaos, with children running back and forth, parents fussing and sobbing, owls and cats screeching at each other, and blasts of steamy air from the engine billowing across the platform. Just in front of Ben, a woman was stood with a look of concentration on her face, her robes discoloured by a wet patch that spread from her crotch to the puddle at her feet. A few seconds later she waved her wand, causing both wet patch and puddle to disappear. She smiled politely at Ben as he passed, as though what she’d done was nothing out of the ordinary. Ben grinned back. He was home.

He walked along the train, smiling at familiar faces, ignoring the pressure that was building up in his bladder, until he found the two people he was looking for. John and Elizabeth had found a compartment all to themselves and were sitting beside each other, holding hands. They only ever held hands when they were alone or with Ben.

John Alcindor was tall and dark-skinned, with a strong jawline and a stubbly beard. He and Benjamin had met on his first day at Hogwarts, many years ago. The Alcindors were a family of black witches and wizards that traced their ancestry back for generations, and the young John had been happy to show a young and confused Muggleborn kid around.

Elizabeth Brooks was also Muggleborn, though her background was rather different from Ben’s, as was obvious from the fine quality of her dress and the diamonds in her earrings. She was almost as tall as John, but with some curves that her corset and dress accented well. Benjamin had thought she was snobbish when they first met, but they had grown to like each other. A lot had changed since then -- they had both swapped their genders, for one thing -- but their friendship had only grown stronger.

Now, Ben joined them in their compartment and sank down into a spare seat, breathing a sigh. “So good to be back,” he breathed. He spread his legs a little wider and released the pressure he’d been holding in his bladder.

Elizabeth smiled at the obvious wetness spreading through Ben’s trousers. “You’ve been holding that a while?” she asked.

Ben nodded. In the outside world, pissing was a constant inconvenience. Most men in London would simply piss into the gutter or use a quiet alleyway, but for Ben this meant revealing to the world that he was a man with a vagina. Public toilets were rare, and in any case, they brought their own gender problem. No, he much preferred the wizard’s approach. And now that he was back in the wizarding world and allowed to use magic, he could piss whenever he needed.

Across from him, John was unfastening the front of his robes. He pulled out his cock and allowed it to hang loosely off to one side as he started to piss, spraying the wall of the carriage as well as his own robes and seat.

“It’s a real shame you both can’t use magic at home,” he said. “I can’t imagine living in a world without it.”

“You’re not supposed to use magic at home either, you know,” Elizabeth grumbled. “Your family just think they’re above the law.”

“They only let me use a few spells,” said John. “Vanishing my own piss, and a couple of cleaning spells to help with the housework. How do you guys piss at home, then?”

“You keep asking this,” said Elizabeth. “I told you, I piss in a chamber pot under my bed, and in the morning our maid takes it away.”

“And what does she do with it?” asked John.

“She probably throws it out of the window,” said Ben. “That’s what we do with ours.”

“Actually she doesn’t,” said Elizabeth. “We have plumbing directly to our house now, had it installed a few years ago. So we have a proper water toilet. But it’s outside, so I still use the chamber pot overnight.”

“Apparently the Ministry of Magic got hooked up to the Muggle plumbing network this summer,” said John. “My dad says not many people use it. Most prefer the old-fashioned way.”

“Do you think Hogwarts will ever get plumbed in?” asked Elizabeth.

“No, why would they bother?” said Ben. “It’s so remote, surely it’ll never make sense. Besides, why would you need to, when we can just go wherever we like?”

For a few minutes, Ben enjoyed the warm wetness of his clothes, feeling the way they clung to his ass and pussy. Then he pulled out his wand and muttered a Scouring Charm. In a second, his trousers and the seat underneath him were dry as a bone. For good measure, he also cleaned the mud off his shoes.

It had been a shock when Ben first learned of this wizard’s approach to urination. The day he first learned he was magical, Hogwarts had sent a teacher to tell him in person, as was traditional. However, young Professor Selwyn hadn’t spent much time around Muggles. And so she didn’t think anything of it when, halfway through describing life at Hogwarts, she casually lifted her skirts and relieved herself in the middle of their parlour, right onto their best rug. Ben’s poor mother nearly fainted.

It was only a few weeks later, on Ben’s first train journey to Hogwarts, that John had explained to him how things worked. Ben didn’t believe it until he saw John stand up and pee in a corner of their compartment, and even after that it took some persuading for Ben to do the same. After some time at the school he got used to it. After all, since it was so easy to clean up with magic, why was there any need for the unpleasantness of chamberpots or outhouses?

Soon the train started moving, and Ben decided to get changed from his Muggle clothes to his robes. He had no issue with getting undressed in front of John or Elizabeth. They had seen each other naked plenty of times before, first as dormitory room-mates -- they had shared one room for several years after Ben transitioned and before Elizabeth did -- and more recently because of their shared penchant for secret, night-time skinny-dipping in the lake, not to mention a growing interest in each other’s bodies.

Ben stripped off his Muggle shirt and trousers, and breathed a sigh of relief as he unfastened the bandages tied around his chest. Several years ago, the Hogwarts nurse had taught him to cast a Binding Spell, which bound his chest both more effectively and more comfortably than any Muggle way he knew. He badly missed being able to cast the spell during the holidays.

Once he was finished changing, Elizabeth got to her feet. “I need to piss as well. Don’t mind me, chaps.” She lifted her skirts out of the way with one hand, using the other to direct her cock towards the spare seat next to John. Not for the first time, Ben thought about how much she’d changed from the prim-and-proper boy she’d seemed to be when they first met.

“Could you aim a bit further away, please,” grumbled John. “I’m getting some spray.”

“Pardon?” said Elizabeth, smiling sweetly as she turned to face him, deliberately splashing her stream over his lap as she did. Ben laughed, and laughed harder still at the expression on John’s face as the man grumpily pulled out his wand and charmed himself dry.

Elizabeth finished off, magicked away the puddle from the chair and floor, and then changed into robes herself. As she stripped down to her underwear, she noticed the two boys watching her and laughed.

“What?” she asked.

“Have you, ah, been taking that potion Professor Davies made for you?” asked John.

Elizabeth smiled, put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest, which had grown noticeably over the summer. “Do you like them?”

“I certainly do,” said John.

Elizabeth blushed, but looked pleased.

“I wish there was a potion to do the opposite,” said Ben, gesturing vaguely at his own chest area. “I’d happily get rid of mine.”

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” said John. “I went to St Mungo’s to ask about that for you. There’s some operations they can do. You should send an owl to Dr McKinnon, he’ll tell you the details.”

“Thanks for doing that,” said Ben, with a warm smile. “It means a lot.”

Elizabeth pulled her robes down over her head and, fully dressed, went to sit next to John.

“I’m sorry I peed on you,” she said, taking his hand in hers.

“It’s all right,” said John. “I’ll get my own back when you’re not looking.”

“Can I make it up to you?” said Elizabeth. She twirled her wand in her free hand.

John raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure you can find a way,” he said.

“Are you sure you want to do that here?” said Ben.

“Do what?” asked Elizabeth, innocently. “We’ll be very proper. We’re not even going to touch each other.”

“Fine, whatever,” said Ben. “I’m just worried somebody will walk in.”

“Colloportus,” said Elizabeth, pointing her wand at the door. The lock clicked. “See, nobody’s going to interrupt us.”

She pointed her wand towards the crotch of John’s robes and muttered the incantation for a Stimulation Charm. Stimulation Charms were strictly banned at Hogwarts, which of course meant that every student had learned how to cast one by their final year. Elizabeth waved her wand gently through the air, while John closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

Ben flicked open that morning’s copy of the Daily Prophet as John’s breathing became laboured. Ben absent-mindedly skimmed through the headlines, before arriving at the crossword.

John gave one final grunt and his body convulsed, and Elizabeth ended the spell. For a few seconds John stared into space, seemingly shell-shocked.

“Anything interesting in the paper?” Elizabeth asked Ben.

“Not really,” said Ben. “I’m stuck on five down. Inventor of the cheese cauldron, seven letters.”

John arose from his reverie and chuckled. “That was Humphrey Belcher, didn’t you hear the story?”

As he spoke, he directed his own wand at his robes and cast a Scouring Charm, presumably to clean his spunk off the inside.

“Do you want a turn?” Elizabeth asked, pointing her wand towards Ben. Ben put the newspaper down and opened his legs.

The Stimulation Charm was a remarkable experience. The feeling was like being touched in a hundred places by a hundred tiny hands, each of them pulling and poking and rubbing. Elizabeth controlled the flow of the spell with tiny movements of her wand, skirting around the edge of Ben’s vulva, teasing close to his clit, then moving away, exploring the sensitive skin around the edge of his asshole, then forwards again to hover just beside his clit. A pleasurable mixture of tension and expectation welled up inside him in response to her teasing. He felt himself get wet down there.

He also became suddenly aware of the tension in his bladder, which had filled up again. He wasn’t desperate yet, but what was the point in holding it? He relaxed and felt his piss trickle out of his pussy and down over his buttocks. Elizabeth laughed when she saw the wetness, and with a twitch of her wand she directed the spell onto Benjamin’s clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

It wasn’t long before he came, with a shuddering gasp that he hoped wasn’t loud enough for the people in the next compartment to hear. For several seconds he lay there, his mind buzzing, waiting for his breathing and heart rate to return to normal. He distantly heard John’s voice, and realised John was now casting the spell on Elizabeth. With some effort, Ben sat up for long enough to clean off the various fluids that were now staining his robes. One spell, and they were as good as new again.

 

At long last, the train arrived at Hogsmeade station. In the corridor outside their compartment were several puddles, presumably left by younger students who didn’t yet know the spells to clean them up. Elizabeth and John stepped over these puddles, while Ben hung back to Vanish them away.

They rode the horseless carriages up to the castle, and followed the crowd into the entrance hall. Some students went straight through to the great hall for the feast, while others hung back to relieve themselves before dinner. The bolder students pissed against a wall or squatted over the floor. Others queued up to use alcoves that held suits of armour, or crouched behind the four giant hourglasses that showed the house points. A few simply stood still for a minute, peeing in their robes. The students who hadn’t yet learned Vanishing or Scouring Spells just left their puddles where they were, knowing that a teacher or prefect would come by to clean up soon enough.

The feast was as delicious as usual. Benjamin ate heartily and drank several glasses of pumpkin juice, sitting at the Ravenclaw table with Elizabeth and John.

After the feast, the headmaster, Professor Aragon, stood up to give his speech. He was not an inspiring speaker, and the hall was soon full with the sounds of students fidgeting or whispering to each other, intermingled with the occasional pattering sound of somebody relieving themselves under the table.

John and Benjamin played their usual game during Aragon’s speeches, which was guess when the headmaster is pissing himself. Professor Aragon had a habit of taking a deep breath every few sentences, often pausing his speech for several agonisingly long seconds. Ben and John had long suspected that he was using these breaks to take a quick leak into his black robes. It was hard to tell from a distance, but sometimes they were sure they saw the front of his robes glisten.

There was a range of behaviours among the teachers when it came to pissing. Ben would never forget his first ever lesson at Hogwarts, with the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Dawlish. Halfway through his introductory talk, Dawlish turned away from the class, unfastened his robes, and pissed across the floor, all while continuing to monologue at them over his shoulder. Selwyn, the Charms teacher, had a similar habit of simply lifting her robes and squatting where she stood, though she sometimes used her desk as a cover. Professor Ogden, who taught Herbology, liked to relieve herself into any plant pot or bag of compost nearby. Professor Davies, the rather shy Potions master, preferred to excuse himself and step into a supply cupboard for a few minutes. But the most impressive was Professor Goldstein, who taught Transfiguration. He had perfected the art of Vanishing his piss at the same rate that it came out. He would stand at the front of the classroom with his cock in one hand and wand in the other, pissing a stream that disappeared in mid-air.

The headmaster’s speech came to an end. Ben, John and Elizabeth made their way upstairs towards the Ravenclaw common room, pausing on the seventh floor for Elizabeth to take a leak against a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and his tap-dancing trolls. The trolls in the tapestry scurried away as Elizabeth splashed the front of the tapestry, returning and scowling at her after she had magicked the fabric dry again.

The entrance to Ravenclaw tower was guarded by an enchanted doorknocker that asked each student a riddle before letting them enter. It wasn’t uncommon for students to be stuck outside, sometimes for hours, waiting for someone who knew the answer to come along. A nearby broom cupboard, never locked, was the designated bathroom for those who were stuck outside. It saw such heavy use that there was usually a faint smell coming from it, no matter how many Scouring Charms were cast on it.

Some students were planning to sit up in the common room for a while, but most headed straight for the spiral stairs that led to the dormitories. A few paused to relieve themselves behind a chair or against a bookcase.

Elizabeth said goodnight and headed for the girls’ dormitory, while Ben and John made their way up to the boys’. Girls could enter the boys’ dormitory but boys weren’t able to enter the girls’. Sometimes Elizabeth would sneak up to join them in their room, either so they could talk somewhere private or sometimes so she could do things besides talking.

It had been quite a shock for Ben, back on his first day at Hogwarts, when he was still in the closet about being trans and he still dressed and acted like a girl. He had tried to follow the other girls up the staircase, only to set off a wailing alarm and find the staircase melting into stone under his feet. Luckily, Professor Selwyn had been very understanding, and made it clear that Ben was not the first student this had happened to. Sometimes, she said, the enchantment on the staircase seemed to know more about a student’s gender than the student did. She’d offered Ben a choice between moving to the boys’ dormitory or making some alternate sleeping arrangements elsewhere in the castle, and Ben didn’t hesitate to say he wanted to move into the boys’ rooms.

A few years later, Ben had held Elizabeth’s hand as she took her first nervous step onto the girls’ staircase, and hugged her tight when no alarm sounded. At that time Elizabeth had already spent several nights sleeping in armchairs in the common room, no longer comfortable sleeping in the boys’ room but too nervous to try the girls’ staircase in case it sounded the alarm. Ben and John persuaded her to try it, and then to ask Selwyn about moving dormitories, and by that evening she was moving her suitcases over to the girls’ rooms.

Looking back with the age and experience they had now, both having lived comfortably in their genders for years, it would be easy to laugh those kind of early worries off as silly; but at the time it didn’t feel silly at all.

Up in their room, John and Ben got changed into pyjamas, chatting idly about the upcoming school year as they did. As soon as he was naked below the waist John started to piss, casually emptying all the pumpkin juice he had drunk onto the carpet while he unbuttoned his shirt. Once he was changed, John said goodnight to Ben and pulled the curtains closed around his four-poster bed. A few minutes later, Ben heard John mutter the incantation for a Stimulation Charm, and then the muffled sounds of him pleasuring himself one last time before sleep.

Ben climbed into his own bed, marvelling as he always did at how soft and warm the bedsheets were. He sometimes thought he could spend a whole day curled up in one of these beds. He slipped a hand inside his pyjamas and started to rub himself, releasing his bladder as he did so. He enjoyed the feeling of his piss spraying out between his fingers before it soaked into the bed linen. With his spare hand he picked up his wand and whispered his own Stimulation Charm, and set about bringing himself to as much pleasure as he could.

Yes, he was certainly glad to be home.

 

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Just to add - I write here about a couple of parts of trans people's lives that I don't have any direct experience with, ie, I'm not a trans man and I've never done any kind of medical transition. I try to write from a place of curiosity and empathy, and hopefully the result is a positive thing to read. But I'm always happy to learn, so if there's something here that wasn't correct or didn't feel right, please let me know and I'll take it on board. Love y'all x

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

I like that they don't magic away the pee at bedtime, just leaving it to soak away...

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Excellent and very well told.   Love it.

[lesley 1,122]

A long time ago, I wrote a couple of short stories based on peeing witches and wizards but they were rejected because the Harry Potter cast was too young! Did I say they were Harry Potter? No - maybe I will try a repost here and see what happens so many thanks for sharing your own exciting tale. Best wishes - Leaky_One (aka Lesley).

 

[Vassal 1,471]

40 minutes ago, lesley said:

A long time ago, I wrote a couple of short stories based on peeing witches and wizards but they were rejected because the Harry Potter cast was too young! Did I say they were Harry Potter? No - maybe I will try a repost here and see what happens so many thanks for sharing your own exciting tale. Best wishes - Leaky_One (aka Lesley).

 

I remember that one from Sprinkles Gold. I found the tweet hilarious because you had come out with the idea first.

[CON2H4 650]

@Ms. Tito

[LemonDelightful 52]

Wow, this was really good. Hot, funny, and surprisingly wholesome! 

I'm a trans guy, and though I of course don't speak for the trans community as a whole, I personally think that you depicted things very well. You covered some of the issues trans people experience, which was really nice to see. The representation generally felt very well thought out and realistic, major props to you.

Also the bit about the magical staircases knowing a student's gender was very sweet. I know that's a concept/headcanon which has been floating around the internet for a while, and I loved seeing it here. 

The world always needs more piss fiction involving trans characters (at least in my opinion), so thank you for your amazing contribution!

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

This immediately made me think of that 4chan meme about "vanish me poopum"

Jokes aside, I'm so glad this exists. It's such a middle finger to JK TERF Rowling. 

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

3 hours ago, Ms. Tito said:

This immediately made me think of that 4chan meme about "vanish me poopum"

Jokes aside, I'm so glad this exists. It's such a middle finger to JK TERF Rowling. 

@Ms. Tito - You are entitled to your opinion of course.  Just as anyone else is entitled to free speech.  Their free speech may offend you, and we sympathise.

But the topic matter here is the fiction which @BeneathMyWillow has been kind enough to share.  If you have something positive to say then please do so, otherwise out of respect and appreciation please stop using this thread as your platform for hate speech.

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

@gldenwetgoose I think you might have mistaken the tone of Ms Tito's comment, she was complimenting the story, nothing more

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

@Ms. Tito @LemonDelightful very glad you both like it 🧡

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

4 minutes ago, BeneathMyWillow said:

@gldenwetgoose I think you might have mistaken the tone of Ms Tito's comment, she was complimenting the story, nothing more

It’s ok - the tone of the comment was much milder than two others I’ve previously removed. But in the context of those previous comments, this one has no place here either. 😉

[gldenwetgoose 21,495]

Thank you for the clarification @Remyryannexxx  - Unfortunately I've removed your comment too for exactly the same reason as the previous occurrence.

All please be aware though that the purpose of this thread is to post, read and enjoy works of pee related fiction.  If people wish to use this site to voice their opinions on a real world individual and their real world views, then I'd suggest a specific topic be created in the General Chat area.  Don't use this fiction thread for it.